Notes: Couldn't help it. I think everyone's gonna write one of these. Spoilers for DERAILED. (Previously Drive, on Tumblr. Think of it as an Add-on, as based on Promo this won't happen.)
BETA'D NOW.
DRIVE
He loathed the impulse to come here.
He was strictly against it for more than enough reasons.
But this fire, this fury in him kept licking up in flames and these tiny little sharp pin pricks in his head and wave after wave of heartburn was sparking him like a firecracker.
Fifth Knock. No Answer. His eyes scrutinised the gold numbers, despising each one of them for their presence and making him angrier by the second.
He feels another flash of fury in him then, in her not answering, as he stamps his right foot on the floor, the aggravation hitting him like a brick wall.
He grabs his phone from his pocket, calling her home phone.
He hears the ringing reverberate out into the hall with a loud echo.
Again. No answer.
His eyes roam the speed dial, pressing the call button a little too harshly as he strides out of the apartment, Ray waiting sleekly against the dimly lit sidewalk.
"Harvey?"
When he hears her voice, he's torn between shouting and throwing the phone across the street.
His voice folds then, reigning it in. "Where are you?" He asks tightly, a sharp pain hitting his eye.
"I'm out…why?" She asks accusingly.
"Where are you?" He repeats, heavier this time.
"Harvey, can't this wait?" He hears her say casually on the other end. "No…two olives…" She says to someone in the background.
"No. It can't. Text me the address now." He orders back, putting the phone down.
It only occurs to him in transit, the address flashing up on his mobile's screen, that she's actually…celebrating tonight.
Celebrating her giant fuck up.
She doesn't even know…
The car slows outside a bar; the Houndstooth Pub on 8th Avenue. Happy Hour Hotspot.
She's waiting outside, bag strung to her legs and an obliviousness about her that only riles him further.
"So, what is it that's interrupting my evening?" She asks pointedly, a humour in her eyes.
She double takes his form then, the squareness of his jaw. The steely look in his eye and this fire,
A fire that's about to pop all over her & 8th…
"I just thought I'd pop by, whilst you're toasting to your giant fuck up, and let'cha know that opposing council has a video of you…stealing a shit load of evidence." He says, his hands in his pockets, his chin lifting for her untimely reaction as it begins to trickle down.
He watches the blood drain from her face, the slight bend in her leg. The crumble in her chest.
"Yeah." He affirms. "And they're pressing charges." He adds. "So, thankyou for royally fucking this up. I have to defend you now, when all I can think of, is firing you."
"Harvey, I-" She stumbles on the reply, giving her the time to meet her words, interrupting roughly.
"No, Donna." He says, watching her eyes fill gradually. "You don't get to say anything." He says, turning his back and walking stifly to the car.
"Harvey I'm…sorry." She says. He turns to see her closer than before, her eyes wide.
"Sorry doesn't get us out of this. Out of what you did." He says, pulling the car door opening with a heavy swing, as he slams it.
In the front he hears the words. "Is Ms Paulsen coming with us, Sir?" Ray asks through the rearview mirror.
"No Ray. She's not." He says. "Drive."
I couldn't help it. This is one giant fuck up!
Atheniandream ~